Terror

My 3 biggest fears (in order):
Cockroaches
Flying Ants
Silk worms (or any grub-like worm for that matter).

And I would rather see a snake/spider/shark than any of those things.

A cockroach just fell from the ceiling, and landed next to me on the bed. Needless to say, I shrieked like a cheerleader. I then gallantly knocked it flying with a waterbottle, bravely strapped on my head torch, and ferociously hunted it down. It was lying stunned (by my powerful blow) on its back, by the fridge. So I utilised an empty tissue box, and flicked it out of the door. I am actually more proud of myself for achieving that feat than you can imagine. Uuuunless you're Tessa, in which case you're STILL carrying a grudge about that tiny little incident when I shoved you out of the way to avoid a flying ant. Yes, yes, ONTO a lit BBQ, but let it go already! We were 5! The scars are hardly noticeable any more - puleaaase get over it. Quite frankly it's boring.

Likelihood of my sleeping tonight now: zero.
Likelihood that cockroach plummeted from rafter and landed on its back on the floor (when I nudged it off the bed with the waterbottle, still screaming) having ANYTHING to do with the fact that the handyman nuked the room with pesticide in Operation Bee-Gone: quiiiiite high.

Right. Back to House. At this rate, I'll finish Series One tonight.

Mike: Jaws, baby! Jaaaaaws.

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